fauxcroft

Across reflective images

Of visions that seem speculative,

We cross the void and realms

Of different vestiges,

Of ancestral collectivists

Our lives as existentialists

Captures life as it should be lived,

In states of self authority

Where we expand our creativity,

Beyond even our wildest beliefs

When we release and set our minds free

And meditate upon this mindfully

Of stillness within the equanimity,

Of peace and quiet of our solitary

Aspects that define our lives to be seen

As worthy realistic tapastries,

Or just as twisted forms of illusory concepts

Instilled upon us from our birth,

The we refused to wake up too

And break free from

And simply followed as if sheep,

As if sleepwalking through life

Is a meaningful way to exist.